Udagawa Back Streets

"You all lost The Game!" The irritated child exclaimed.

"What a drag..." The white-sock wearing Game Master complained.

"Damian. Progress." The chained woman ordered as she eased toward the busy Reaper.

"Seventy freaking percent." An angered Damian snapped.

"No need to be so violent Damian." Marcus informed, getting a glare from him afterward.

Scramble Crossing

Damian, you bastard! Mom and dad...no...

"Dante!" I heard a voice yell and a slap came across my face.

"Ow!" I exclaimed as I woke up.

"You were having a nightmare from what it sounded like." Ventus informed.

"I was...?"

And I'm getting a lot more confused by the moment...

"Yeah. You're lucky I woke you up~!" Ventus said, her voice turning cheerful.

"Mission in yet?" I asked. I wanted this week to be over with.

"Um...nopes~" Ventus said cutely.

We waited for about ten minutes or so and still no mission. Bullshit.

"I'm tired of waiting, Ventus." I said bluntly.

"...same here." She said and she grabbed my hand. Dear God...where are we going now?

"C'mon Dante! Off to Udagawa!" Ventus exclaimed as she ran toward the AMX store.

Spain Hill

"I'll wait here for my younger brother and that pest Ventus." The focused Reaper said.

"Damian, don't you think that's a bad idea?" A curious Marcus asked.

"...don't question my motives. Ventus won't strike me, she knows better." Damian said smugly.

"Whatever you say man." Marcus said bluntly and walked off towards Molco.

AMX

Ventus and I browsed through the CD collection, and I saw a CD from The Prince...ugh, for some strange reason I feel like telling someone about that album...

"Something wrong Dante~?" Ventus asked cutely again.

"Hm? Oh, no." I said, shaking my head.

"Well, off to Tipsy Tose Hall!" She exclaimed, grabbing my hand and running toward Tipsy Tose Hall.

Tipsy Tose Hall

"Stop right there." A voice called to us as we passed the alley leading to Spain Hill. Who's this freak?

"Damian..." Ventus whispered.

Did she say Damian...? I'm gonna kill that- oh...we're dead.

We turned around to see a figure, about my height. He wore a hoodie and a bandana over his face, concealing his identity. He reminded me of those Reapers who guarded the walls except he wore black and white.

"Damian!" Ventus yelled.

"You're in the way, Ventus. Composer warned me not to kill you. But I will if I have to." He said bluntly.

Ventus growled and took out her fan. "Die!" She yelled as she charged at him.

"A shame..." Damian said smugly. I never liked that about him...so arrogant. He snapped his fingers at the familiar white Noise appeared. I reached for my pins, hitting them with a barrage of boomerangs and beams.

Damian evaded Ventus' slashes as I fought off the Noise.

"You're too slow...Venti." Damian taunted.

"Don't call me that!" She said angrily and let out what resembled a roar, slashing at Damian again. Blood spewed from his chest.

"Nix!"

An image of some guy in skinny jeans on the ground appeared in my head. For some reason...I don't care.

Damian jumped back, holding his wound.

"I wasn't coming after you. But you've brought it upon yourself," He started, standing up straight, "Just remember. You won't make it to week three."

"Shut up, you bastard!" Ventus yelled at him.

"I'm no bastard. That punk brother of mine is though!" Damian yelled back and walked towards the Shibu-Q Heads department store.

"Get away from him!" Ventus warned.

Ignoring her, Damian eased toward me.

"Stay away from me..." I warned as well.

He whispered something to me.

"Your life ends next week."

What? I'm already dead...

Week II, Day IV
Brothers